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2: It Started Out So Well – Part 2
🕑 Added 2021-04-16 21:00:26 +0000 UTCThe surprise visit to Jamie’s city had seemed like a good idea from conception, through travel, and all the way until he snuck up behind her, wrapping her in his arms outside her office that evening. At that point, it had seemed like a really excellent idea as her face lit up with surprise and delight. It could not have seemed like a better idea when he was kissing her after dinner, in the building’s elevator, running his hands over her hips in her sleek suit, pressing his mouth to her neck as her hands rubbed and teased what was stretching the front of his jeans.
She had been ecstatic then, when in the apartment entrance way he bent down to grip her thighs, lifting her up to wrap her legs around his waist. He perched her on the back of what he now knew was a suspiciously nice couch in a treacherously expensive downtown apartment. But who was he to question that as he was rising onto the balls of his feet to press himself tightly between her legs? She fumbled at his belt one-handed, while her left fist twined tightly in the short hair at the nape of his neck, her mouth glued to his.
While customs had been awkward on the trip over, Inho hadn’t regretted a thing when he unzipped his duffle bag to reveal the extensive assortment of bondage toys he knew she would love, regardless of how uncomfortable he had felt buying them. And, he had felt a deep pride in showing her what he had learned about being the Dom she craved; commanding her to her knees to service him only made him cringe a little, and he was sure he would get used to it. Before he gagged her, she squealed with pleasure as her pale skin turned pink under his hand, each spank on her hips ringing out loudly in the problematically high-ceilinged room.
At long last, defeat fully settled in, and he shuffled through the front doors, wondering if this country even had a PC Bang where he could sort out his next move. When the oppressive wave of despair was just reaching its peak, he crossed paths with the person he least wanted to see. Jamie’s boss was standing on the sidewalk outside the building still, with his shiny brown hair sitting stylishly over a classically lovely face, expensive shoes and watch peeking out from a well-tailored navy blue suit and tan overcoat. He was like something out of a commercial for expensive cologne. He smiled at Inho, and Inho hated him.
It wasn’t that he didn’t believe the words Jamie had said – the man certainly looked like an executive for the large accounting firm where she had recently started working, but he also looked like someone she would fuck, that anyone would fuck – he was so repulsively handsome. Inho glared at him.
“I’m Stephen,” the man said brightly, holding out a hand to shake. Inho took it resentfully. “Just waiting on a taxi to the hotel. Sorry to interrupt you earlier.”
Inho felt a twinge of guilt for this unpleasantly friendly man that had just witnessed strangers making a mess of his bed, and was now headed to a hotel instead of his own home.
“Sorry you had to see that,” Inho mumbled.
“No, no, nothing I haven’t seen before!”
Inho’s hatred reignited.
“But I’m not interested in seeing Jamie like that, of course,” His eyes slid down Inho’s front unerringly to where his still-disappointed penis sat tucked to the right, “But, I did see something I liked.”
Inho felt his eyebrows try to climb off his face in shock as he flushed and sputtered back a flustered response he didn’t remember. Stephen cut him off smoothly, pulling a pen from inside his suit coat to write on the back of a business card.
“If there is any way I can be of service to you, please let me know. My number is on there, and the hotel I’ll be staying at as well.”
The taxi pulled up then, and Stephen gave him a final once over, smiling again, before stepping into the car.
“I hope to see you again soon.”
Inho shut his slack jaw with a click. The rain began in earnest, and he set off in search of an umbrella, tucking the card into his pocket.
